William Darby 0 Posted May 4, 2009 A long, long time ago...Wiz can still rememberHow that football used to make him smile.And I knew if I had my chanceBrellier would have stayed in FranceAnd, maybe, we’d be happier for a while.But Grant made me shiverWith every signing he’d deliver.Bad news on the doorstep;I couldn’t take this crap anymore.I can’t remember if I criedWhen Jamie Curtain re-signed,But something touched me deep insideThe day the football died.So bye-bye, match day pie.Drove my bike to the dyke,But Yellows was dry.And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja againSingin’, "this’ll be the day we go down."this’ll be the day we go down."Did you write Doomy’s book of shiite,And do you have faith in a relagation fight,If Doomy tells you so? Do you believe City will be sold?Is Munby a complete arsehole?And can you teach me how to clap real slow? Well, I know that you’re in love with her`cause I saw you cheering in midst of despair .You both kicked off your shoes.Man, happy clappers are a bunch of tools.I was a lonely teenage Barclay thugWith a 8 ft scarf and a shavin’ nut,But I knew I was out of luckThe day the football died.I started singin''So bye-bye, match day pie.Drove my bike to the dyke,But Yellows was dry.And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja againSingin’, "this’ll be the day we go down."this’ll be the day we go down."Now for over ten years she’s been in chargeAnd Michael grows fat on his mars bars,But that’s not how it used to be.When the Crowd sang on Sky TVIn a game where there’s more sheep than you and meIwan almost did it, but it was not meant to beOh, and while the Board was looking down,Roeder wore his thorny crown.The courtroom was adjourned;No verdict was returned.And while fans read reports of HuckRoeder didn’t really give a f**kAnd we sang ‘get the rodent out’The day the football died.We were singing,So bye-bye, match day pie.Drove my bike to the dyke,But Yellows was dry.And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja againSingin’, "this’ll be the day we go down."this’ll be the day we go down."Helter skelter in a summer swelter.The hotel reminds me of a fallout shelter,Premier League then falling fast.We landed foul on the grass.The players tried for a forward pass,With the Board on the sidelines in the bar.Now the half-time talk Gunn tried to encourageWhile the fans outside tried The Crossbar Challenge.We all got up to dance,Oh, but we never got the chance!`cause the players tried to take the field;The opposing team refused to yield.Do you recall what was revealedThe day the football died? We started singing,So bye-bye, match day pie.Drove my bike to the dyke,But Yyellows was dry.And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja againSingin’, "this’ll be the day we go down."this’ll be the day we go down."Oh, and there we were all in one place,A generation lost in spaceWith no time left to start again.So come on: MacDonald be nimble, MacDonald be quick!Otsemobor is a useless d*ckCause God is Delia’s only friend.Oh, and as them watched him on the stageMy hands were clenched in fists of rage.Korey Smith was born in hellhe couldn’t break satan’s spell.And as the flames climbed high into the nightWe realised City is total shiite,I saw binners laughing with delightThe day the football diedWe were singing,So bye-bye, match day pie.Drove my bike to the dyke,But Yellows was dry.And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja againSingin’, "this’ll be the day we go down."this’ll be the day we go down."I met a girl who sang the bluesAnd I asked her for some happy news,But she just laughed and turned away.I went down to the sacred storeFlowers piled up from the floorBut the Board just took them away.And in the streets: the fans all screamed,The Barclay cried, happy clappers dreamed.But not a honest word was spoken;Norwich Cityis all but broken.And the three men I admire most:Smudger, Wiz, the fat bloke from Hong KongThey caught the last train for CharltonThe day the football died.And they were singing,"this''ll be the day that I die." So bye-bye, match day pie.Drove my bike to the dyke,But Yellows was dry.And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja againSingin’, "this’ll be the day we go down."this’ll be the day we go down."They were singing,So bye-bye, match day pie.Drove my bike to the dyke,But Yellows was dry.And the good old Board were drinkin’ Rioja againSingin’, "this’ll be the day we go down."this’ll be the day we go down." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Evil Monkey 52 Posted May 4, 2009 Nice attempt but I got bored after the 47th or so stanza..... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Canary02 III 0 Posted May 4, 2009 [quote user="Canary02 III"]Gay[/quote]My apologies for being a fecaescious (sp) swine. I was only joking, it made me chuckle a few times, good work. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites